NationStates Jolt Archive

But then Eversmann decided on whether on to have artillary fire at this convoy or not. If I have artillary fire on that convoy then they germans will be alert that there is a probable spy or a scout in the area. "HQ cancel AT's alpha and charlie's orders, Out" Eversmann saw that the decision he had made was probably right.
"Lieutenant, why didn't you have artillary fire at them?"
"Because private if we fire at them they will know we are here and will hunt us down! Because that one car right there, *points to car* is none other than the german commander of the Waffen SS, If we take them out and they had all this to protect one man, what will they protect him with if we kill him? Even more! We can't risk this!"
Eversmann continued watching the convoy move on. "well thats that"
"Sigmund! Over here!" *mentions with hand*

Sigmund saw Eversmann signal him over. Sigmund quietly sneaked over to Eversmann's location and did his best to not be spotted. Sigmund managed to see the car Eversmann pointed to, but he couldn't tell if it was the one he stole because of the night. If it was though, it could mean that Karl or the man Sigmund shot at the bar was here. If they weren't, Sigmund wouldn't have much of a reason to be here any longer. He waited for Eversmann to give any further instructions...

"you see that car? Thats the commander of the Waffen SS, But I forgot his name. Began with a W or K or something. Maybe since you probably know this area better than I do, Do you happen to know all the roads and paths where this convoy might be able to go on?"
"Now if we are able to find where he's going, we can probably trail him, or go ahead of him, and ambush him with some backup" Now I don't think our shermans will be able to help us, but we can use some M10 Wolverines, bazookas and a 30. cal"
"think you can help us?"

"you see that car? Thats the commander of the Waffen SS, But I forgot his name. Began with a W or K or something. Maybe since you probably know this area better than I do, Do you happen to know all the roads and paths where this convoy might be able to go on?"
"Now if we are able to find where he's going, we can probably trail him, or go ahead of him, and ambush him with some backup" Now I don't think our shermans will be able to help us, but we can use some M10 Wolverines, bazookas and a 30. cal"
"think you can help us?"

It seemed possible now that Karl was here. If Karl did come to Reims, he was likely searching for Sigmund for what happened at the chaetau and the tavern. Sigmund answered, "I'm not sure about the routes, but I know why they're here. The only thing you can do, if you don't want a conflict, is to take your men and get out of here. They won't follow as long as I stay here."...

"Not really...I dunno, have never thought of it. Only upside I see is it working to earn money so we can continue to live as we do. Besides, raising a child would subtract our personal time. What were you thinking Vladimir? Erase this one's memory and raise him as our own? If that is what you want I will go along with you."

Vladimir smiled faintly and kissed Katrina gently on the cheek. "No, my love. I was thinking...should we...disappear...who would carry our names? But that was foolish of me to think it. We are fine as we are," he replied, wrapping his arms around Katrina and bringing her close to him in a tight embrace, kissing her gently on her neck. "Katrina, I love you so much," he whispered. "I wouldn't want to miss a second of my life without you."

He admired his wife for being so kind and understanding. To him, that was. The vampire knew what Katrina was capable of, and knew that she was perhaps one of the deadliest one's he's ever seen before. And she was completely loyal to him and his ideas. Vladimir smiled again as he wondered if he should thank the devil for such a fine wife.

"You're a brave man Sigmund, but I can't leave you here, its too dangerous, maybe we can compromise?"
"If we can't compromise, then I don't know what else to do" answered Eversmann.

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"You're a brave man Sigmund, but I can't leave you here, its too dangerous, maybe we can compromise?"
"If we can't compromise, then I don't know what else to do" answered Eversmann.

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Sigmund answered, "Listen, they're after me. I'm not a soldier fighting this war, but you and your men are. Once they've arrested me, you'll be able to get out of here without being spotted. It's better that I'm captured and you continue to fight the nazis. If you want to send in some of your men to help me, I won't stop you, but I can't gaurantee they'll come back alive."...

Eversmann considered this,
"Sigmund You are one of a kind, I can see your luck is good, I'm gonna give you one of my men, Sanchez!"
"yes sir?"
"Go with Sigmund"
"listen Sigmund he's not gonna intervene unless you need it, He's been trained to be stealth, If you ever need help, you can go to our HQ, heres a map of it, and surrounding towns of it, don't lose it, when you ever need my help, just ask for me, Luck be with you Sigmund"

OOC- Calling Memnoch and Osteia. You need to post aoon, or else I'm gonna have to cut you out.

Katrina held Vladimir tightly and moaned softly as he kissed her neck. She was always grateful she could spend eternity with him, no other vampire could ever please her and if something happened to Vladimir...chances were after a killing spree that would leave hundreds if not thousands dead in revenge and anger...Katrina would follow her love to the grave.

She pulled back and gently placed a hand on his cheek. "If you want a child to carry our name...alright. I will go along with you. Who knows, the creature may grow on me enough to resist taking a pint or two out of it."

Vladimir closed his eyes and placed his hand on the slender, elegant hand on his cheek. Perhaps another day. Perhaps if their 'house arrest' grows too boring. "Perhaps when we win this war," Vladimir whispered, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing gently. "

He chuckled and nuzzled Katrina's neck. "I'd gladly give several pints for you, my love," he whispered rather seductively, his hands skimming down her waist to her thighs.

"Let's be off to the next stop, shall we?" he asked quietly as looked at the bound group.

Lord Dracula, he's very strong, very good looking, knows how to block his mind, and yet he's human or at least he is by what I can tell. Oh, and I think he knows I'm following him. As Loki flew over the power he sensed Vladimir and Katrina having "fun" he also wondered who this man hes following is with and where exactly they were going. Are the leaving Paris? What are they planning? I guess I'll have to wait til Dracula give me permission to confront him.

Lord Dracula, he's very strong, very good looking, knows how to block his mind, and yet he's human or at least he is by what I can tell. Oh, and I think he knows I'm following him.

OOC- Memnoch, you need to give more details in you posts. See how everyone describes things as well as talking. Give me some more details so I can create the next situation.

Eversmann considered this,
"Sigmund You are one of a kind, I can see your luck is good, I'm gonna give you one of my men, Sanchez!"
"yes sir?"
"Go with Sigmund"
"listen Sigmund he's not gonna intervene unless you need it, He's been trained to be stealth, If you ever need help, you can go to our HQ, heres a map of it, and surrounding towns of it, don't lose it, when you ever need my help, just ask for me, Luck be with you Sigmund"

"You too." Sigmund answered. Sigmund put the map of the HQ into his left breast pocket, it was the best protection he had for them right now. Sigmund quietly walked through the bushes to avoid attention hoping Sanchez was able to do the same. Sigmund was now on the other side of Reims and would have to wait until secrurity would permit him to enter. Sigmund hid and saw Sanchez ready for whatever was to happen. A few minutes later, some supply trucks were headed towards Reims. Sigmund gave the hand signal telling Sanchez to hop onto the supply truck as soon as it passed by. When the truck came by, Sigmund and Sanchez jumped into the truck and made themselves unnoticeable and waited for the truck to stop so they could enter the city....

OOC: If Osteia's character is to be removed, I can kill him.

Eversmann walked away with his unit and dissapeared into the night to decide on what to do.

I can sometimes be Sanchez too. Only sometimes.

"Well...lets not kill the boy, just in case you feel fatherly." Katrina muttered. She smiled at him as he suggested about moving on. The vampiress turned and looked at the bound men, they were pretty much out of it and would still be there when they returned.

"How about you chose my love. And before we leave this town we can swipe a nice car to take our toys back with us. Or get one of Dracula's slaves to do it."

Sanchez quietly pulled out a pencil and a notepad and wrote "where are we going?"
"How long is it going to take us?"
Sanchez handed the notepad and pencil to Sigmund to see what will he write.

Vladimir chuckled and gave Katrina a squeeze, before taking his arms off of her and looking out the door. The dainty town had its restaurants, bars, houses, and parks neatly placed around the town, as though it were built with mathematical precision.

"Perhaps we should get a car to carry all our goods in," Vladimir chuckled as his eyes skimmed over a rather small car dealership.

Sanchez quietly pulled out a pencil and a notepad and wrote "where are we going?"
"How long is it going to take us?"
Sanchez handed the notepad and pencil to Sigmund to see what will he write.

Sigmund looked at the notepad and wrote, "We are going into the city to take out the Commander of the Waffen SS. We have to wait until the truck stops and then get out and look for him." and handed his response back to Sanchez. About a few minutes later, the truck stopped and Sigmund gave the signal to get out. They ran into an alleyway unseen by the nazi gaurds. Sigmund looked from side to side to make sure everything was safe. As soon as he was sure, he pointed to Sanchez and signaled him to search the area left of him while Sigmund searched the right...

Sanchez nodded and silently and slowly got out his colt 45. and put a silencer on it and also took out his bayenot peeked into the left. Seeing nothing, but heard a clanging, he froze, but then he slowly walked forwards, all he saw was a alleycat, eating some garbage. He walked back to Sigmund and signaled nothing there, just some animal, a cat.

Katrina saw several blocks down a small, dirty garage with a few small cars sitting in front of it. From a distance they seemed rather run down and dilapiated. The vampiress shook her head. "They won't due for me but..."

She turned to Vladimir, a thin smile crossing her lips. "While we are being evil tonight...lets get a nice car from someone with a little more...class. Say...the mayor or the local army commander? There might be a few of those SS Paranormals in the town cause Lord Dracula is so close. Lets just...'borrow' their commander's vehicle."

"I don't see why not, my love," Vladimir replied with a smirk. He lowered his sleeve and examined the watch on his hand. "It's not even twelve midnight...oh what a fun night, Katrina!" he laughed as he walked out the front door, holding it open for his wife and the captives. His eyes lingered on the boy for a short while, still wondering if perhaps they should keep the child. He shrugged and looked towards a rather large manor near the center of town, most likely the mayor or an important figure of the town.

"I think that's where we'll find out ride," Vladimir said to Katrina as she passed, pointing to the large building.

OOC- I have waited enough, and it's time. Osteia and Memnoch are out. Braziliam, you can kill Osteia's char. Blastit, You'll kill Memnoch's.

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Dracula was infuriated by the lack of competence from his minions. He would have to punish them. By death. He noticed that Karl was in a bad position, so he would let that play out. However, Loki was not. He communicated with Vladmir. Vladmir, I need you to go to France. You can use your powers to get there. When you are there, kill Loki. He has failed me for the last time. You can return when you are finished.



The group finally reached Paris. Erik drove to the largest Resistance group he knew. He went to the building and entered through the secret passage. "You guys can have some food or drink. I'll be right back. I need to talk to my information guy.

OOC- Theao, King A is awol right now, yes?

"Fine." Raphael replied with a faint shrug as he looked around for a cuboard or other food or beverage storage unit.

ooc: He said he'd be gone for at least two weeks as of 4 days ago(so ten more days is the soonest he'll return. He's given you control of his character(s) till he returns.

OOC- I have waited enough, and it's time. Osteia and Memnoch are out. Braziliam, you can kill Osteia's char. Blastit, You'll kill Memnoch's.

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Dracula was infuriated by the lack of competence from his minions. He would have to punish them. By death. He noticed that Karl was in a bad position, so he would let that play out. However, Loki was not. He communicated with Vladmir. Vladmir, I need you to go to France. You can use your powers to get there. When you are there, kill Loki. He has failed me for the last time. You can return when you are finished.



The group finally reached Paris. Erik drove to the largest Resistance group he knew. He went to the building and entered through the secret passage. "You guys can have some food or drink. I'll be right back. I need to talk to my information guy.

OOC- Theao, King A is awol right now, yes?

OOc- If you had checked dear Breitenburg I following your instructions edited my revious post and gave detail if you did not read it or catch it that is your mistake not mine.

OOC-You hardly added anything. You shouldn't post about what characters in other countries are doing. You should focus on your targets. I have told you many times to do something. You never did.You don't need to wait for orders when they are already given. As of now, you are in limbo. I will make a desicion about it later.

OOC- I have waited enough, and it's time. Osteia and Memnoch are out. Braziliam, you can kill Osteia's char. Blastit, You'll kill Memnoch's.

OOC: It will be done my lord...

IC: Sigmund and Sanchez, after a bit of searching had at last found Karls's headquarters. He looked inside and saw both Karl and Roth discussing battle plans. Sigmund took a grenade from Sanchez and prepared for its use. It was about a few seconds and Sigmund threw the grenade into the room. 5...4...3...2...1... BOOM! The grenade exploded and hopefully killed both men. The nazi army went into a frenzy and surrounded the headquarters. Sigmund and Sanchez ran out of the city avoiding the rest of the army and reached the road Sigmund was headed on. Sigmund turned to Sanchez and said, "Go back to your headquarters. Tell them that the commander has been defeated."...

OOC: If Osteia return's, he could say Karl survived.... I don't know if he will though.

As Erik went to talk to his information man, an attractive young red head appraoched the two. She asked them a question and repeated it in a few languages. "Hello there. I see you are friends of Erik. Can I get you something to eat or drink while you wait?"

"What do you have to offer, and what language do you prefer?" He asked as he could speak most of the more common lnguages spoken in occupied France, the northern based languages eluding him at more than the neccessity level, he felt it necessarily considerate to speak whichever tongue she prefered.

OOC: I thought this Rp had died, i guess i thought wrong...

Sorry for my absence but i have been very busy with work, i guess my charactors dead now sooo...yeah...

OOC: You could say your character survived the blast if you still want to rp as him. Not everyone dies from a hand grenade.

OOC: I do still want to Rp him but i can't find my last post to see where i left off....also i need to be updated on all current happenings...

OOC: Your last post was on page 13.

Here's what happened so far:
Vladimir and Katrina are having a bloody good time, Vladimir has been sent to kill Loki, and Erik, Angus and Raphael have all joined in a band headed for Paris. Meanwhile, I'm in Reims where I met with Eversmann and Sigmund went on a mission to kill Karl. He threw in a grenade, but it is survivable.

OOC: It will be done my lord...

IC: Sigmund and Sanchez, after a bit of searching had at last found Karls's headquarters. He looked inside and saw both Karl and Roth discussing battle plans. Sigmund took a grenade from Sanchez and prepared for its use. It was about a few seconds and Sigmund threw the grenade into the room. 5...4...3...2...1... BOOM! The grenade exploded and hopefully killed both men. The nazi army went into a frenzy and surrounded the headquarters. Sigmund and Sanchez ran out of the city avoiding the rest of the army and reached the road Sigmund was headed on. Sigmund turned to Sanchez and said, "Go back to your headquarters. Tell them that the commander has been defeated."...

OOC: If Osteia return's, he could say Karl survived.... I don't know if he will though.

OOC: Roth is on his way to Reims, a sergent is with Weiss in the room..

Weiss and the Sergent looked towards the window that had just been shattered,

"Grenade! GET DOWN!" Yelled the Sergent pushing Karl to the floor..

**BOOM**

This was the second time someone had attacked Karls headquarters with a grenade in the same room as last time, Karls vision was blurry and his ears rang,

"Sergent! sergent!" he yelled feeling around..then..everything went black.

German SS soldiers filled in the room shouting at one another, they quickly lifted Karl up and one put him over his shoulder,

"Take him to the hospital in Paris, that Sergent is critical...lift him up carefully...now! go!"

The two wounded men were quickly placed in the back of a Opel transport truck which left immeaditly followed by two more trucks filled with troops.


Captian Roth was headed to Reims to search out the resistance fighters that posed a threat to the SS paranormal divisions plans, they would be hunted down and destroyed.

The next morning Weiss awoke laying in a hospital bed in Paris, he blinked twice and realized he could not see out of his left eye,

"Nurse!"

A Nurse passing by responded to Karls call and walked over,

"How are you feeling today Major?"

"My eye pains and i cannot see out of it.."

The nurse nodded then walked beside the bed and took a mirror from a small table,

"You have lost your sight in that eye, you are very lucky to have survived...the man they brought you in with died.."

She held the mirror up to Weiss's face, he raised his head looking into it...then he saw the effects of the grenade...

His left eye was completely white and a scar went right through his eyebrow over his eye lid and down onto his cheek slightly..

"Mein gott.." he said quietly meaning, (My god)

"You are lucky to be alive...as i said before.."

She smiled and placed the mirror back on the table,

"Get some rest.."

OOC- Osteia, you are good to go. Memnoch, I am currently having a jury on whether you will be ejected. So far it is one to one. I am wating for two more.

IC- The woman smiled at Raphael "I prefer French. We have to much for me to tell you. Here, you can have a menu. Can you read French?"

"sure thing, but I know an OSS Officer around here, he's undercover as a baker, always call him wolf, he's in a village around here"
Sanchez took out the map from Sigmunds pocket, and pointed to a village a few miles from where they were.
"Now we're here and the village is there, its a 1 and a half mile walk so what do you think?"

"Oui." He replied as he took the menu. "Merci."

He then began looking over the menu.

ooc: Translation. Yes, Thank you.

"sure thing, but I know an OSS Officer around here, he's undercover as a baker, always call him wolf, he's in a village around here"
Sanchez took out the map from Sigmunds pocket, and pointed to a village a few miles from where they were.
"Now we're here and the village is there, its a 1 and a half mile walk so what do you think?"

Sigmund answered, "I got it. But listen, you can't follow me any further. I have work elsewhere and I can't embroil myself in this war. You should get out of here before the nazis find you." Sigmund turned around and started to leave...

As night fell Captian Roth arrived in Reims with a convoy of nine vehicles, three kubel wagons, three Opel transport trucks, two halftracks and his own 1938 Mercedes Benz. They drove slowly through the streets towards the local SS headquarters where they would gather information on the whereabouts of suspected resistance hideouts in the surounding area, the Gestapo was to offer their full assistance without question.

Captian Roth got out of his mercedes and dissapeared into the building, about twenty minutes later he came out and got back in the car handing his driver a list of addresses,

"We will raid these locations one after the other, all tonight...i have also asked the local command to block off all main roads and known side roads in and out of town....the Gestapo are placing agents immeaditly to inform us of any strange activity..we will catch these bastards.."

The convoy pulled off headed towards their first objective.

The vehicles stopped around the corner of a cafe, Roth got out of the car with three more officers, the tarps on the back of the trucks were lifted and the soldiers disembarked,

Roth addressed them,

"We are taking no resistance prisoners, all are to be shot immeaditly, civilians who assist the resistance are to be arrested, you know what to do..."

The cafe was surrounded, the Nazi's jackboots pounded loudly on the stone streets, then the door was kicked open and the Nazi's ran in yelling at the top of their lungs, a man behind the counter ran for a door to the back of the room,

**Ratatatatatatat*

He bounced off the wall and fell to the floor after being gunned down, people within the building dropped to the floor,

"The door! move!"

The soldiers led by Roth crossed the room and stopped at the door,

"1..2..3"

**Bang!!**

The door swung open after being kicked open by an SS soldier who was gunned down,

"Fire!!" yelled Roth

Two soldiers on either side of the door way held their MP40's around the corners and opened fire up the stairs, a dead man rolled down and layed in the doorway..

"Move! move! move!"

The group continued to move up the stairs and came to another door that was open already,

"Grenade!"

A soldier tossed a pipe bomb into the room,

**BANG**

Then they rushed in shooting at the occupants, another SS man was hit, dropping his MP40 he fell to the floor clutching his side...

The gunfire suddenly stopped, the room was smokey and dead and dying resistance members lay about..

"Gather any intelligence you can, then join us at this location...hurry up..oh, and good job..."

Roth was leaving the room then bent down to the wounded SS soldier,

"You faught well, lay back and relax...you will be fine.."

"Danke sir!" the soldier said...

Roth exited the Cafe and wiped his sweaty forehead with a cloth napkin,

"Load up, next location!"

2 Hours later....



The convoy had hit four locations, one of which was clean but still nothing on this Sigmund charactor had come up, Roth would not give up...he would find this man if it was the last thing he did. Units had been dispatched outside town and all around the surrounding villages, the Nazi presence on this night was known to all, more than ever....this had been the largest number of mobile troops in the area sence the beginning of the occupation when the Germans marched in.

OOC- Osteia, you are good to go. Memnoch, I am currently having a jury on whether you will be ejected. So far it is one to one. I am wating for two more.

IC- The woman smiled at Raphael "I prefer French. We have to much for me to tell you. Here, you can have a menu. Can you read French?"

OOC: Thank you kindly,

The waitress smiled at Raphael and went away. Angus looked at him. "Anything look good?" The waitress walked to a table and sat down. She looked and saw Erik waiting to speak with the information man. She couldn't take her eyes off him. It had been awhile since she had seen him. She wanted so badly to relive those old days with him in Germany. Instead she was stuck in this place serving morons. She was to good for this. She sighed.

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Erik finally had the time to speak. He entered the room. His old friend, a man who had lost his arm to a werewolf, but never showed any signs of it. "It's good to see you again Carl." Carl smiled. "Erik, it's been far to long. Now, what do you need to know?" Erik went straight to the point. "Where are the vampires?" Carl looked at him. He closed his eyes. Erik smiled. Carl was using his skills. He could locate anyone one the planet without them knowing it. However, he would be in a trance during this mode, and would only be able to give hints about it. When he returned to normal he would have no recollection of they event. Erik waited patiently.

"I take it you can't read French?" Raphael asked Angus as he coninued to give the menu a look over.

"Actually," said Angus, speaking in French, "I can. My predecessor passed on the gift of tongues. What I don't know is French food. Mostly, I know perogies, and haggis."

OOC: I'm back!

"How hungry are you?" Raphael replied as that would have a bearing on the suggested meal.

ooc: That was early.

"Very," came the response. "My stomach is a bottomless pit-hungry."

ooc: lucky break. see OOC thread.

Sanchez nodded he understood, and gave Sigmund back the map.
"Good luck on your fight with the nazi's and whatever you have to fight with" said Sanchez.
Sanchez saw a nearby dead german soldier, with a MP-40 laying on the ground.
"you might need this" said Sanchez.
And gave it to Sigmund.
Before Sanchez left he also took the dead germans medals, and combat knife as souviners.
And he took off to the village where the OSS Officer only known as Wolf is staying there.

"Then I'd suggest Pot-au-feu and an order of Aligot." He replied, "I'm going to be having a Croque-monsieur."

ooc: I read that after posting about you getting a stay of execution.

Sanchez nodded he understood, and gave Sigmund back the map.
"Good luck on your fight with the nazi's and whatever you have to fight with" said Sanchez.
Sanchez saw a nearby dead german soldier, with a MP-40 laying on the ground.
"you might need this" said Sanchez.
And gave it to Sigmund.
Before Sanchez left he also took the dead germans medals, and combat knife as souviners.
And he took off to the village where the OSS Officer only known as Wolf is staying there.


OOC: Ok, where would your charactor find a dead German soldier randomly?

Also, where is everyone located...? Reims? close to Reims?...also the area is VERY hot will troop movements, they are watching... ;)

Sanchez nodded he understood, and gave Sigmund back the map.
"Good luck on your fight with the nazi's and whatever you have to fight with" said Sanchez.
Sanchez saw a nearby dead german soldier, with a MP-40 laying on the ground.
"you might need this" said Sanchez.
And gave it to Sigmund.
Before Sanchez left he also took the dead germans medals, and combat knife as souviners.
And he took off to the village where the OSS Officer only known as Wolf is staying there.

IC: Sigmund took the MP-40 and nodded. Sigmund walked off the street and away from Reims. But little did he know, he was actually heading further into Germany. Sigmund never did have a good sense of direction and really found his way into France by accident. All Sigmund could do was follow the path to his next destination...

Sigmunds new items:
1 MP-40

OOC: Ok, where would your charactor find a dead German soldier randomly?

Also, where is everyone located...? Reims? close to Reims?...also the area is VERY hot will troop movements, they are watching... ;)

OOC:

Locations:
Vladimir and Katrina: Presumably still in Italy
Angus, Erik, and Raphael: Paris
Eversmann: Reims
Your characters: Reims
Dracula and Death: Somewhere in Germany (Presumably)
Sigmund: Leaving Reims and headed towards Metz

Angus repeated Rapheal's suggestion to the waitress. As she turned, he asked Rapheal a simple question. "What exactly did I order?"

Katrina looked at the large building, there were still a few lights on. She smiled at Vladimir. "It must be around back."

As the vampires took their steps forward, Katrina paused and pointed, an evil grin was across her face. Several German soldiers were on guard, while others marched around the perimeter and the vampire's vision could let them see the lighting bolt SS on their collars.

Katrina did a quick scan and frowned a little. "They aren't Paranormal. But...their commander has a nice car in a garage in the back. If we happen to kill a few...self defense wouldn't you say?"

Sanchez ran in the darkness of the night, resting every two hours, he reached the town of amity a few hours later, But stopped when he saw several Nazi's patrolling the town.
Oh god damn it! thought Sanchez. And so decided to wait until midnight to sneak into the town.

FOUR HOURS......
Sanchez moved silently and quickly, seeing that this town is moderately patrolled by the Germans. Dodging and on stance when patrols neared him. He went in alleys until he saw he was in the back of the bakery. he knocked the secret knock. seconds later the door opened up. He saw this baker, presumabley Wolf. And said "A nice night to hunt wolves and deer." The baker nodded understanding this was an american soldier.
"come in." Inside they went upstairs to Wolf's room, where there was a radio on a desk.

"Mind telliong me who you are?" asked the OSS Officer
"Corporal Sanchez Sebastion of the United States Army 1st Infantry Alpha Company, I came here to tell HQ some important news."
"ok, you know how it works."
Sanchez Tuned it to HQ.
"HQ this Corporal Sanchez Sebastion Serial Number 097 over."
"Roger that Corporal what is this about?"
"Tell the General that Commander of the Waffen SS is dead, repeat Commander of the Waffen SS is dead over."
"Roger that Corporal Out."

EDIT: I am now in Amity a town several miles south east of Reims. Oh And your Sigmund Character also has several magazines for the MP-40, I forgot to mention it earlier.

Raphael gave his order and then replied, "You ordered a type of beef-stew (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Pot_au_feu2.jpg) and mashed potatoes (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aligot) of a type that originated in the Auvergne region."

OOC: Ok, where would your charactor find a dead German soldier randomly?

Also, where is everyone located...? Reims? close to Reims?...also the area is VERY hot will troop movements, they are watching... ;)

We didn't find the german soldier randomly, we threw a grenade into the SS Commanders office, there will be casualties.

Carl opened his eyes. His pupils were pure white. Vampires.... Castle..... in the heart of the Axis... He then snapped out of it. "I hope I gave you all the information you needed my frined." Erik smiled. "You gave me enough. Me and my company will be staying the night here and leaving tomorrow. Thanks again my friend." Erik walked out and went to his company. "Friends, I have found information. The ones we seek are in a castle somewhere in Germany. I have arranged for us to stay here for the night. Make yourselves at home." He sat down and relaxed. The waitress came over. "Have you gentlemen dound anything you like?" Then she saw Erik. "Erik! My god, it's been so long!" Erik gave her a smile. "Émilie. How are you?" Émilie was estatic to see him. "I'll talk to you after I take these gentlemen's orders." She said turning to the other two.

ooc: Alright, guys, keep purely OOC comments...in OOC. It's cluttering up the IC

"Most definately, my love," Vladimir replied, giving her a bright and cheery smile. And again, the question of how they would approach the guards came up.

They certainly couldn't be killed by these men, however they may be slowed by their weapons and would attract several more if too much noise was made. That would cancel out his pistols...

"I have the horrible feeling we're going to gain weight after tonight," Vladimir chuckled as he carefully took note of their patrol points and times.

Angus thought for a moment. "I know the place was a waypoint for pilgrims. Does that make the preparation prticularly holy?" Angus asked, joking lightly.

After the waitress had departed with the orders, Raphael asked, "Did you really think they were somewhere other than Germany?"

He then turned to Angus, "If I remember correctly, it started out as travellers food for pilgrams, but other than that, no."

Katrina smiled at Vladimir. "Oh come now, we can be a bit more inventive than just running straight in. Give them all a good scare. Watch and observe my dear."

Katrina slipped smoothly into her bat form and flew to the city hall and hovered above the rooftop before changing back into human form. She turned back and smiled at Vladimir before dropping off the rooftop and silently landing on the ground behind a German soldier who just came off duty smoking a cigarette. The man didn't know what hit him before he felt a strong hand wrap around his mouth and an arm around his waist before he found himself rocketing upward and onto the roof of the building.

Katrina held onto the struggling man before throwing him to the roof the vampiress bared her fangs, now fully drawn and an inch long. Before the man could scream, the vampiress was on top of him, her fangs buried into his throat like a sabertooth tiger as she held him down, slowly strangling him as she ripped into his flesh and wind pipe.

Meanwhile, her hand removed his belt and opened his tunic. And with her nails, she sliced open his stomach, his guts fall out onto the rooftop. The vampiress stood, her face covered with blood as she looked down at the spasaming man. She took a lenght of instesitnes and wrapped it around a gargoyle sitting on the roof and kicked the body off. And there it was, hanging by his intestines, the still living man hung for a little while longer before dying.

Katrina looked to where Vladimir was as she began to lick her teeth and hands, it was good to unleash the animal inside. She paiently waited for him to come.

Vladimir gave out a chuckle and transformed into a bat, fluttering up to her, but pausing by the body and examining it, squeaking a few times, before continuing his ascent to Katrina.

"Gruesome, but perhaps it would do," He smiled, scrunching his nose. Her more, ferocious side was slightly frightening, however Vladimir showed little fear, as he had full knowledge of how to mask it. Not that he got scared often. "You never cease to surprise me, my love." With that, he gently kissed her lips, taking some of the blood off of her, himself. It had more of a bitter taste, no doubt from excessive beer drinking, but it was good enough. "So, I'm guessing we wait for the other soldiers to begin wetting their pants?" he chuckled, as he gently licked more blood off her cheeks.

"Course." Katrina said with a grin, her fangs still fully extended as the Vladimir helped lick her clean. She loved savagery, she loved tearing into a human simply for sport and nothing else. She turned as she heard the footsteps of another German soldier. "Your prey is here."


Hans Guber was only nineteen years old and was very proud of the fact he was in the SS. As he marched around the corner of the building, he turned to march back when he saw something odd on the building. Unslinging his rifle, he walked out of sight of the other soldiers and walked up to the wall. In the weak streetlight, he stared at it for a while. It looked like a smear. Damn painters.

He felt something hit his hand. Hans's head craned upwards and the man gasped as he saw the body of his comrade suspened above him. It was right then and there he pissed in his pants.

"My Prey?" Vladimir asked as he looked down with a smile. Vladimir, being of more noble blood, was more into the cleaner, more elegant murders, however he could be savage if needed. And at the moment, it seemed to be what Katrina was waiting for. And if she didn't think he could be savage...then she hasn't been paying attention all these years.

Vladimir let out a hushed laugh as he inched towards the edge and smiled wickedly, watching the boy's pants grow dark.

In much the same way he had seen Katrina do, he slowly lowered himself behind the boy, carefully and cautiously. However he would need to be quick, as the boy would no doubt let out a scream. If only the perfect opportunity presented itself. Ah...there we go...

The boy opened his mouth to let out the expected scream, but instead recieved an unexpected muffle. Three strong fingers found themselves in his mouth, soon becoming nearly a whole hand wrapping onto his slimy tongue and digging into it.

Vladimir's open hand wrapped around his neck and constricted it, so only a slow, pained wheeze escaped him.

The vampire looked upwards and crouched low, before letting his muscles carry him up the building, and onto the roof. Vladimir smiled cruelly as his right hand pulled out of the boy's mouth, a sickening squelch accompaning the gruesome display. The boy coughed out incredible amounts of blood as Vladimir showed the tongue to Katrina and smiled as he gently tossed it at her with a jestful chuckle, before letting his fangs extend slightly longer than Katrina's own inch-long ones, but instead of sinking them in the child, he brought his bloody right hand in the boys nostrils and pulled viciously, eventually taking the boy's skin right off. The boy tried to scream again as tears mixed with the blood on his face.

Then, Vladimir plunged his fangs into the boys neck, not the usual area for the blood, infact, not a good area at all for feeding, however a most painful area for the victim. His fangs sank into the boy's neck, before Vladimir retracted his head, bringing with it a torn windpipe. The boy began to die as no air reached his lungs anymore, however, Vladimir was not done.

He plunged his fist into the boy's chest and eventually pulling out several organs, including a bladder. "You need to learn how to control this," the vampire chuckled, before letting it hang loosely from the boy's hole.

The vampire soon walked carefully to the next gargoyle and crushed the boy's head in with it, letting his body grow limp as he was held in place by the gargoyle, who looked much like it was eating him.

Vladimir stood back and examined his work before nodding and adding a tsk. He wrapped his arm around the boy's waist, and pulled at the boy's legs, slowly making headway in his attempt to split the child apart. His brows furrowed and his fangs glittered in the moonlight as he pulled viciously until a sickening rip sounded quietly. Vladimir smiled and tossed the lower half of the boy to the ground, where it dangled like a marionette, with strings of intestines.

"How about that, my love?" Vladimir chuckled cockily as he walked over to her, wiping some blood off of his hands and bringing several fingers to his lips to taste, and then to hers.

Major Karl Weiss stood in front of a mirror in the washroom buttoning up his tunic, he stared at his reflection and after he had finished doing up the top button ,slowly, ran his fingers over his scar,

I will hunt those responcible down, and they will die.. he thought..

His whole left eye was white with a tint of blue, the nasty scar ran through it also as a result of the grenade. Karl had put on his trenchcoat, belt with his holster attached then left the washroom picking up his cap on the way out, the SS Major walked quickly through the halls of the hospital with his jackboots clicking loudly on the floor, people moved aside, some glanced at his wound but quickly looked in a different direction, he simply nodded..

With his cap tucked under his arm he moved towards the exit pulling on his leather gloves, once that was done he ensured his hair was perfectly slicked back placing his cap on he exited the hospital...

The sky was darkened with grey clouds, thunder sounded in the distance...a rather dark and dreary day in Paris. Weiss walked down the steps towards a shiny black 1938 Mercedes that waited for him on the street, a Leiutennet opened the back door and the Major slid in the car...

"Cigerette..." he said..

The Lt quickly got out his pack handing it to Weiss, Karl took two then gave it back,

"Danke.."

After the second attack Karl seemed to be in a different mind state, he wasn't as relaxed as he had been before, those who did this to him would be punished...there were things worse than death. The shipment of deceased soldiers Weiss had arranged to be sent into Germany should have been arriving soon, this was where he must go and start the work of lord Dracula...things had been delayed for far too long already.

OOC: Where in Germany is Dracula's castle?

Angus nodded at Rapheal's question. Controlling things from the center of the reich gave the vampires access to whatever they would need. "After food, I'm going to have to pay a visit to some colleagues. I'll see if I can get a net out to narrow our search."

Wolf Heard this and stood up,
"Are you sure the Commander is dead?!?" asked wolf who is now serious.
"Yes sir, threw a grenade right into his office."
"This is serious Corporal, killing him has an advantage and disadvantage, if he somehow survived, this will only make the nazi's blood boil so bad it will dehydrate!"
Sanchez and Wolf discussed this for several more minutes, Wolf noticed that Sanchez looked tired.
"You look tired, I'll get you some bread, showers on the room to the left."
With that Sanchez went to shower for 20 long minutes, after that he came out to see some bread on the table, taking the bread he ate hungrily and drank some water from his canteen. When he felt full he went to sleep, thinking that he must find more information, and rejoin with Eversmann.


EVERSMANN

Eversmann was at HQ telling the General this information.
"We Saw a convey moving into the Reims, we also met a Guerilla Fighter whose name is Sigmund, I must tell you if he comes here notifiy me at once, it means he has information or he's gotten into some trouble with the Germans."
"Very well Eversmann, We shall see what we can get from this Information on the Reims, we're going to send out a recon scouting plane tomorrow at 0900 hours. Dismissed Sergeant."
"Yes Sir."
Eversmann clicked his heels and saluted the General before leaving to the Mess Hall. He got himself a dinner of ham and coffee, with some steak for the first time in his life in the war, he had steak!
he finished his dinner talking with a 2nd Lieutenant, when he was interuppted by an Officer, Eversmann theres a message for you."
he took the message and read it quickly, looking up asking if this was true.
"It is Sir, the general wants to talk to you."

"I have some buisness of my own as well and will likely be gone till at least early mid-morning." Raphael commented as he watched for the waitress to return with the drinks, his being water.

Katrina smiled as she licked some of the blood off Vladimir's fingers. "That was marvelous. Reminds me of that young couple in Madrid back at the turn of the century."

She was very pleased and impressed with his preformance. The shear brutality of the moment unleashed a lot of pent up energy inside of her that had been yearning to get out for the past few months. Getting to slaughter humans like that since the war had started was a rare event and could only really work when there had been a bombing raid on a city and a wounded person was walking around. When the mangled corpse was found it would be assumed it was the bomb that did it. But, Katrina prefered to maul fresher, untouched humans.

The vampires licked each other clean and Katrina smiled at Vladimir, her fangs still fully extended. "Shall we get our car or have a little more fun with the Germans?"

Eversmann went to talk to the general.
"Come in."
"You wanted to talk to me sir?"
"Thats right Sergeant, we haves news from one of your men, Corporal Sanchez Sebastion, we have received that the Commander of the SS might be dead!"
"If he is dead Sergeant, then this might be some good news."
"Yes sir it is sir."
"Now because of this you are getting promoted to Sergeant First Class."
"Thank You sir."
"Dismissed Sergeant."
Eversmann left the Generals Office, A promotion to Sergeant First Class! What luck. thought Eversmann.


SANCHEZ

Sanchez woke up to find breakfast sitting next to the table, it was still hot, and some civilian clothes with a note.Wear these clothes.
he went to brush his teeth and then dressed quickly and ate his breakfast, then going down to talk to the baker.
"How am I going to get outta here?"
"I'll help you later on."
Sanchez waited until it was Four P.M. when wolf came up and told him what he was supposed to do.
"You're going to sit in my car and I drive you out through the sentrys, your military uniform will be in the trunk including your weapons, I also putted some more ammo with them, you're going to not talk, you will have to act retarded, you will make funny noises, and grin stupidly, and when its all over you get out and rejoin your patrol."
Sanchez did exactly what he said, and the plan worked out, all the germans asked was who is this person, why can't he talk?
only to have Wolf answer "He's retarded."
And Sanchez grinned and started to suck his thumb.
The germans believed him. They drove for several miles before he stopped,
"Ok this is it, god be with you."
And Sanchez got out and took his uniform and dressed and got his M1 Garand and his ammo, including his M1911, bayonet and his survival equipment.
He left quickly walking in the woods enjoying this, it got dark fast, it was 6 o' clock P.M. Sanchez took out his portable tent and putted it up, and camped out in the middle of nowhere.

Katrina smiled as she licked some of the blood off Vladimir's fingers. "That was marvelous. Reminds me of that young couple in Madrid back at the turn of the century."

"Shall we get our car or have a little more fun with the Germans?"


Vladimir smiled, letting his tongue skim over his elongated fangs. He gently leaned on her and smiled. "Young love...blood pumping, heart fluttering...it's purely delicious," he said to their reminiscing.

He had to admit, it was quite enjoyable. Especially from being locked up so long and under serious restrictions as to hunting or going out for some other activity. All his rage would be let loose within these brutal hunts and he wsa beginning to realize it was very very relieving...

"I'm curious how they'll explain this," Vladimir chuckled, motioning towards the hanging bodies.

"I don't see why we should cut the fun short..." Vladimir said mischieviously as he slowly shifted his position to look over the roof for any more germans. "If the allies were here, they'd think we were some of them," he chuckled, looking very much like a gargoyle the way he crouched at the edge of the roof.

Sanchez woke up the very next morning, he had some C rations and the incredibily hard D ration, Sanchez walked around and saw a small stream, he refilled his canteen before adding a white powder to it, it purifys the water and kills any bacteria in it. Shaking the canteen to help speed up process, and waiting ten minutes before drinking out of it, he felt refreshed. Sanchez packed up the tent and dug a small hole before dumping the trash he left to prevent patrols from finding it. Sanchez headed out checking his map and compass every so often, only pausing to drink his canteen. Sanchez hiked for at least 5 hours before arriving back to HQ, extremely exausted, the gaurds raised there weaponshe weakily addressed himself,
"Corporal Sanchez Sebastion Serial Number 097." the guards lowered there guns and let him through. Sanchez arrived back to his bunkbed, showering in cold water, he felt refreshed and came out with a clean uniform, before going back to his bunk and falling into a deep sleep.

Roth and his men left Reims and headed for the countryside to continue the search, grey clouds filled the dark sky. They sped down the country roads and then stopped at an intersection to read the signs,

"Keep going there is a village that way" ordered Roth..

The vehicles pulled away, then a sound louder than the convoy was heard above,

"Quickly, pull over...lights out..now!" yelled Roth..

The driver quickly swerved to the side of the road and shut the car off, the other vehicles did the same one after another...the driver wispered,

"You think it is the allies Sir?"

"If it was they would hit us.."

Roth slowly opened the door and looked upwards,

"Luftwaffe! they are ours...lets go.." Roth said patting the driver on the shoulder..

All the vehicles started up again and drove towards the village, a light rain started to fall,

"We will stay at an inn tonight, pick up in the morning..im exausted.."

"Sir"

OOC: Im awhile away from Reims..are anyones charactors out here?

Sanchez woke up to the sound of a plane starting up. he looked out the window and saw a long range recon scout flying out. Well Might as well see the Sergeant Sanchez got out and found Sgt. Eversmann sitting at a table,
"Hey Sarge."
Eversmann looked up and grinned.
"Wheres Sigmund?"
"He had to leave."
"Oh, well too bad, well what do you say and rejoin the patrol hmm?"
"Yes Sargeant, or should I say Sergeant First Class."


RECONNASSIANCE

"This is recon unit 0124 we are over Reims and have spotted a convey moving out of the Reims Over."

"Roger that out."
The recon unit felt a shudder and saw some flak.
"This is recon unit 0124 we are experiencing light flak, i am ending recon out."

OOC- Dracula's Castle is somewhere in the Black Forest

IC- Emilie hurried away to get the orders in. She wanted to speak to Erik so much. Erik on the other line merely sat and relaxed. He turned to Raphael. "I needed some confirmation that they were in Germany. As to where, somewhere secluded most likely." Emilie ran back. "Your orders will be out shortly. I'm on break now. Erik, how have you been?"

"Alright I suppose. I have been a bit tossed around lately."

Emilie knew exactly what he was talking about. "Some sort of creature? If only I was there. I could have helped you."

Erik frowned. "I think not. You could be killed out here."

"I can take care of myself, and you now that for a fact. Remember a few years ago? I think I proved that to you in our duel."

Erik nodded. "Indeed."

The two continued to talk, almost forgetting that there were others around Another waitress came and served the two their food.

"Thank you." Raphael replied as he awaited the meal, and then repeated that to the waitress that brought his food and drink.

He then began eating his sandwich, partially listening to Erik and Emilie's conversation.

Emilie noticed Raphael was listening. "So, Erik, who are your friends?" Erik introduced them. "This one is Raphael. He is rather mysterious. Don't know to much about him, but he's reliable. The other one is Angus, who is a pyromancer."

"It's nice to meet both of you. I'm Emilie."

"It is nice to meet you as well." Raphael replied, "If you don't mind me asking, how did you meet Erik?"

"Well, I was born in France. However, my family and I moved to Germany. There I met Erik. We grew up together. I left Germany when the Nazis took over. I didn't trust them. Erik decided to stay and try to overthrow them. I decided to the land of my birth. Sadly, I have only been able to get a job as a waitress. Only Carl thinks I can do better. The rest of the Resistance leaders are fools. They would only let me in if I slept with them. I won't stoop so low. My I ask you about yourself, Raphael?"

"Ah, and it depends what you wish to ask. Some things I can't tell you either because you would have no reference for it, others because I don't know myself or they are things people won't be able to comprehend." He replied

Karl was shaken awake by the rumble of the train he had boarded earlier on that day for quicker access to the border, he pushed his cap up from his eyes to see a young lady sitting across from him reading, she had to have stepped over his legs as they were stretched out proped up on the opposite sides bench, jackboots shined in the light...

"Excuse me"

He smiled,

"You could have asked me to move my legs, how un-gentleman like of me"

The girl nodded, both her eyes shifted over at the eye patch he wore over the eye,

"Ahh, could have been worse..."

She looked back at the book startled that he had noticed she looked at his injury,

"I hate traveling alone, it drags on..."

She replyed in German,

"My German is not good.."

Karl smiled then spoke in French,

"Then you prefer i speak to you this way?"

She smiled and set the book down...

During the train ride they had a good conversation trying to avoid talking about the war, it brought out the worst in everyone these days. Finally it was the end of the line, Weiss stood up and allowed her to get off the train first, he followed carrying a brief case with documents inside, that was the first relaxed conversation non war related Karl had had in a long time.

Once on the small platform Karl started to look for his driver that would take him into the Black Forest to Lord Dracula's lair, then he seen a black Mercedes with the engine running and a man standing beside it, Major Weiss walked up and the man clicked his heels,

"Major Weiss, i am your driver Sergent Kohl"

"Danke Sergent, what is your first name?"

"Fredrich sir"

"Then that is what i shall call you then, lets go.."

They drove through the border after a short stop to show their papers and continued on into the Fatherland. Weiss admired the very old giant trees looming high above them as they drove down a country road, as a boy Karl was scared of the Black Forest, tales of evil and darkness were told by older people, he knew now they were not just tales to keep them from getting lost.

The moonlight was blocked out by the thick trees, not a single vehicle was seen on the road sence they first got on it,

"Sir, i know of the place you are talking about..we are almost there.."

"Very good Fredrich.."

Weiss lit a cigerette and rolled down his window breathing in the fresh air, the car rounded a bend in the road and turned on to a dirt road heading deeper into the woods,

"Are you sure you know where you are going?"

"Yes sir, i used to live a short distance from here..."

Then a large black shape appeared in the distance,

Holy shit..

"There sir.."

The driver continued on up the road then stopped in front of two iron gates which all of a sudden seemed to open by themselves, Fredrich glanced over his shoulder at Weiss who looked very calm, at the end of the long driveway they stopped by the main doors...

"What now sir?"

"Open the door.."

Weiss sat back in the seat, Fredrich looked around nervously then took his lugar out and cheaked the magizine, once he placed it back in it's holster he hopped out and opened Karl's door..

They strolled up the front door, Fredrich carried Weiss's bags, he quickly set them down and tapped a evil looking knocker on the door....

Karl was dressed in his best SS Black order uniform, he stepped back and looked up at the high walls...

"Nice place...kind of dark..but..nice"

There they waited for an answear.....

"I guess I'll start with something simple. Where are you from?"

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Dracula summoned Death. "My lord?"

"Death. Loki has failed for the last time. Go and kill him."

"Off course."

Death disappeared. Dracula looked out a window. Somewhere his two vampire generals were out causing havoc. He hoped they would come to their senses and return soon. If not, then he would have to take matters into his own hands, something they would not enjoy...

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Death immeaditly appeared next to Loki. "You arrogant fool. You thought you could talk to Dracula like that? Fool. He has me on his side. And I am reality. No god or devil will save you now." Death swung his scythe, which viciously cut through Loki's body. Then, his body imploded into the wound, and Death devoured Loki's soul. He laughed. "The deed is done."

The two men at the castle door were greated by a servant. "Greetings. What business do you have here?"

"Somewhere in what is now Germany, I believe. Geography has changed since then and so have political bounderies." He replied

Emilie was somewhat confused by this answer. "How old are you Raphael?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but I do remember hearing about a Jewish carpenter and troublemaker from Nazareth and other children who were born at the same time as me were already dead by this time." He replied, wondering how they'd take the his claim, or rather his truth.

The two men at the castle door were greated by a servant. "Greetings. What business do you have here?"

Karl stepped foward,

"Major Karl Weiss,SS, your master has summond me here, this is my driver"

He paused..

"Could you please inform Lord Dracula i have arrived?"

Fredrich's eyes darted around but he remained still, when the door had opened the breeze seemed to stop and it started to get colder outside, wolves howling could be heard in the distance...it sounded erie..

This is supposed to be spring.. Thought Fredrich pulling up the collar on his greatcoat...

"I'm impressed," quipped Angus. "Normally, Rapheal acts more stuck up and secretive. You know," he remarked to Emilie, "He's probably the first unearthly being I've met that could never be bothered to give a chap the time of the day."

"Of course, I don't carry a watch." Raphael replied with a grin

Katrina flashed an evil, feral grin at Vladimir. "Indeed, why should we stop? But, then again Lord Dracula would have us strung up if we kill more soldiers."

The last sentence came with a bit of a frown from Katrina, but that wouldn't stop her from slaughtering humans. She looked over the edge with Vladimir, searching out fresh victims. "We should really travel to America. Never had an American before...heard they are very fresh and robust."

The vampiress turned and smiled at Vladimir, slowly stroking his neck. "Still...lets have our fun. The night is young. I led us in this attack...your turn to pick the victims and the disposal."

Just the mention of of Dracula getting Katrina and Vladimir 'strung up' put Vladimir in a bad mood. "I don't get you, Katrina," he growled. "You seem so...subservient to Dracula. He is no different than you or I. He may be older and slightly more powerful but what does he have that we don't? Death? Death cannot kill us, right? Because we are already dead?"

Vladimir shifted slightly in his position, showing agitation at the thought. He curled his lips over his fangs as they elongated again, but he only licked them, a common habit he did when he got annoyed.

He remained quiet when his wife brought up the subject of America. In fact, he liked the idea. With the nation concentrating it's efforts away from their land, they wouldn't notice two vampires feeding off of them. Not to mention, perhaps they could corrupt a few polititians and get some status within the country, eventually ruling the United States. Then they would have their own little nation to play with...

Something smooth, cold, and soothing began to stroke his neck, breaking him out of his train of thought. He was going to snap out at Katrina, but just her touch, her gentle stroke, began to work it's magic on him, cooling his temper. He even had to fight to keep from moaning or even purring like a cat. The vampire pulled away from her touch instead, to keep his anger as he wanted it.

"Let me think," he growled, watching the ground for new soldiers, listening to the gentle trickle of blood from the corpses and the occasional small-talk of the patrolling soldiers who have yet to arrive at the gruesome scene. What fun trick could we pull on them now? How can we completely ruin them? What fun way is there next? And why?

His mind began to drift again as he began to lick his fangs again. His fists clenched tightly and soon found themselves buttoning and unbuttoning his slightly bloodied suit.

The servant looked at the man. "If you show me your papers, and everything is in order, I can let you in."

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Emilie realized that Raphael was very old. "Wow. I've killed old things, but nothing that old."

The servant looked at the man. "If you show me your papers, and everything is in order, I can let you in."

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Emilie realized that Raphael was very old. "Wow. I've killed old things, but nothing that old."

Karl reached into his greatcoat and pulled out a small booklet handing it to the man at the door,

"Of course..Fredrich..give this man your papers.."

The Sergent stepped foward passing his papers to Weiss then stepped back, Karl handed the man Fredrichs aswell...

The man looked at the papers. "Everything is in order. You may enter." He showed the in. "Dracula is upstairs in his quarters."

The man looked at the papers. "Everything is in order. You may enter." He showed the in. "Dracula is upstairs in his quarters."


The two Nazi's walked through the door, Weiss admired the decor,

"Thank you, Fredrich....bags.."

"Sir"

Fredrich rushed back out of the landing outside to gather Weiss's bags he had forgotten, upon hearing another wolf howl he rushed back inside. The two climbed the stairs and stopped at a large oak door, Karl knocked...

"M'lord.." he said slightly raising his voice..

Slowly he pushed the door open and peeked his head in, the driver stood behind him nervously looking over his shoulder every few moments,

"Sir, i never went near this place as a boy...it's.."

"Shhh.." Karl motioned for him to shut up..

The room Major Weiss looked in was very well furnished and lit by candles and lamps...

"Reminds me some what of my uncles place..." Weiss commented..

"M'lord..are you in here...?" He spoke louder this time..

"Karl. Good to see you. How are you? You know, that creature I created died. Hopefully you can create something more powerful. What have you come here for?" Dracula was in a good mood. Loki was taken care of, and it put him in an unusual state.

"I do have a few centuries on most beings out there." He replied with a wry grin, "And quite a bit more knowladge than most. Of course even if someone got a hold of this book, it wouldn't do them any good."

"Very interesting." Emilie said. "Are you a demon or something like that?"

"A demon in terms of heritage, thought not point of origin nor view." He replied

"Karl. Good to see you. How are you? You know, that creature I created died. Hopefully you can create something more powerful. What have you come here for?" Dracula was in a good mood. Loki was taken care of, and it put him in an unusual state.

Karl walked in the room removing his cap, he shut the door behind him leaving Fredrich outside,

"I am doing well my lord, and yes i received a report that some SS men had interfeared with your creation..i had them arrested....it seems..a man with a ...fire sword..killed the beast..a fire sword my lord?"

After a breif pause he continued..

"I have had deceased soldiers from the Russian front transfered into Germany, now..they need a location to be sent to, they will be freshly killed of course..."

Karl could tell that Lord Dracula was in a good mood, somthing obviously went well, he wondered if Dracula knew what happened to his eye but figured you probably did as he seemed to know everything.

Weiss placed his cap on a table then continued speaking...

"I have come to find where where i will be conducting these experiments, everything is in order comming from Berlin..they know nothing, ask same the same..."

"For an update there is one fugitive that i have had the 'privilage' to meet so far, he goes by the name of Sigmund..a Vampire killing jew...but! i have so many men on him that he will only live up to one of those by the time he dies.."

"My best man is on it...Captian Wilhelm Roth, a very brutal and violent man...with a little guidance towards his targets im sure he will do your biddings personally my lord..he is an officer who does not ask questions, he carrys out his orders to the best of his ability..much like myself.."

OOC: So right above^^ pretty much he's asking if Lord Dracula has any information on any of the hunters so Roth can go get them..

"Interesting. In all my travels, I have never seen a benevolent demon before." Erik chimed in. "Me neither. Remember that time when the doppleganger was in the town?" Emilie smiled. "Of course. That was our first hunt." The two began to reminisce about previous hunts. Hour went by as they conversed, hardly noticing the change in time or others around them.

"How many demons have you met born on earth?" He asked, knowing with almost perfect certainty the answer would be no. As they drifted off into the lands of yesteryear, he stood and added, "I shall leave you to your reminiscing."

With that, and the leaving a tip for the waitress, he headed into the night.

Dracula smiled. "The room is across from this. Hopefully no more soldiers will interfer with the creations anymore. Perhaps you can send the next one out to kill this Sigmund."

Dracula smiled. "The room is across from this. Hopefully no more soldiers will interfer with the creations anymore. Perhaps you can send the next one out to kill this Sigmund."

Karl nodded then replyed quickly,

"It will be done my lord...uh.. and..what of the hunters i have my men seeking?..they raid resistance hide out after hide out near Reims..and find nothing..maybe we are looking in the wrong place..would your Lordship have any knowlage that could assist us in our search?...it has grown some what personal with myself and the ones you seek..they threw a grenade in my study killing one of my men and blinding me in my left eye.."

Karl took off the eye patch revealing the white eye and the scar....

Before Dracula could reply Karl spoke once more,

"And..what of my driver, shall i dismiss him?"

"He's not techincally a 'demon.' Nor is he an angel born on earth. He is merely a higher order of life, somewhat akin to the legends of elf and fairy. Though, in my travels, I have met others that fall into this category, a number of which are merely humans that transcended the realms. In the plane of his natural existence, either of you might have godlike power. Things are constantly in flux, one will never know how the tables will set themselves." Angus finished his stew and beer, left the money for his bill and the tip, then also got up, but turned to speak to his companion.

"Erik, I'll be just inside the entrance of the vestibule at the Cathedral." Angus was clearly referencing Notre Dame. "Find me at dawn." With that, he left, on to his own business, finding out was there was to be had.

GENERAL

"the recon unit came back sergeant, it seems that you were right, a convey was moving out, dismissed Sergeant until further notice."

SFC Eversmann moved out the next day with his unit but under the orders of Second Lieutenant George Shinnings who is commanding a battalion of 400 men,10 shermans, 5 halftracks, 10 jeeps, Artillary, and air units. Their objective, Capture Reims, They moved out at 0600 hours, and arrived at Reims at 1000 hours, they had the shermans move in first blasting the walls and gatehouses of the Reims to gain entry, they had caught the germans by surprise, but unknown to the battalion there were 10 jadgpanzers in Reims, 5 came out and took out2 shermans, Eversmann and Bob got a bazooka and took them out with the help of the shermans, Eversmann rushed into Reims and shooting at as much germans he could see, he had Sanchez set up a machine gun on a pile of rubble heavly defilated. Many men were killed at least 50 of there own men were KIA, a private was shot three times,
"Medic, Medic!"
We certainly caught them by surprise.

OOC: For christs sake man, how the hell would you intend to capture Reims in the heart of fortress Europe! this is 1942!!! therefore...IMPOSSIBLE! Also a Lt commanding a battalion?...jeez...AND a battalion would not be NEAR enough, you would be facing the entire German army, Luftwaffe and SS occupational forces!...some one would send word by radio.

I have no more to say about this post, besides it's obserd and needs some serious fixing or to deleted...

Your in charactor role playing isn't that bad...just need to get afew things sorted out.

ooc: Very important and longish OOC in OOC thread for US Marines

ic:

Katrina felt the anger off her husband and she sat down on the rooftop and watched as he stared down at the humans below. She decided to give him space, whenever Vladimir was in a mood it was the best thing to do as he was a bit unpredictable on occasion.

She sat on the rooftop and watched his back.

You hurt my feelings.

ooc: bring this to the ooc thread.

Vladimir continued to wait silently, the clip-clop of boot heels banging on the ground. A soldier turned the corner, stopping to speak with two others. One laughed, apparantly at a joke. What else would a soldier laugh at at a time like this?

Laugh at us? Cooped up by a crazy vampire. It's not like we are any different. Why imprison us? Then asking us to go perform some duty or whatnot...what is he doing all cooped up in his own castle? Since when did he become leader? Why didn't we come up with this idea and make it up first? Why...why...why- Vladimir's eyes narrowed as the laughter grew louder and more frequent.

He growled and leapt off the building, his cape gliding behind him, right in the middle of the three, one in front, two in back.. He landed perfectly on his two feet and kicked his right foot back, knocking the foot right out of one of the soldiers, as he brought his left fist out into the man's chest, sending him sprawling to the floor. His right hand went to his rapier at his waist, pulling it out and perrying a thrust to his head with the butt of the machine gun.

Vladimir spun around and slashed at the attacker's chest, guts spilling out from the swift, deadly move, before he thrust his rapier through the stomach of the other man who had just gotten up. That left one more behind him...

The vampire curled his lips over his fangs as he brought the sword out of the corpse and stabbed behind him, right through the neck of the remaining soldier. With a snarl, he pulled the sword out of him and wrapped his tongue under the bloodied blade, letting himself taste the blood as it slowly mixed with his concoction of bloody meals.

When he was satisfied, he looked up at Katrina and put his sword away. "Let's go," he said aloud, as if daring another man, german or otherwise, to come challenge him. He had yet to smile again...

More walking was completed as Sigmund arrived in Metz. This town once belonged to Germany before it was lost in World War I, but now Germany had taken it once again. Sigmund could now tell he was heading into Germany itself, and things would get quite intense now that he was heading there. He would leave, but it felt that he was being called into Germany by some strange instinct. He decided he would go by that instinct for now and hope it would actually get him somewhere...

An SS roadblock was ahead and they seen a single man approaching on foot in the moonlight, they all stood around smoking and chatting,

"Alright, look smart.." an officer said to the six men...

The headlights of the vehicles all turned on and they waited for the man to reach them, the soldiers tossed their cigerettes away and stood there quietly in a relaxed position with their weapons in hand...

An SS roadblock was ahead and they seen a single man approaching on foot in the moonlight, they all stood around smoking and chatting,

"Alright, look smart.." an officer said to the six men...

The headlights of the vehicles all turned on and they waited for the man to reach them, the soldiers tossed their cigerettes away and stood there quietly in a relaxed position with their weapons in hand...

Sigmund was about to head into Metz, but in the distance he saw a some vehicles with their lights on. He knew that this was trouble waiting to happen and decided he would catch them off gaurd. He rolled into the bushes and got his MP-40 ready if they would come to see him. He continued to quietly step further towards the enterance as he did his best to avoid the nazis...

The German officer blinked and the man was gone,

"Where did he go?" he asked one of the others..

"I..i." The soldier stuttered..

"Oh, shut up..and go find out..now!"

Three of the six soldiers slowly walked up the road, one with a rifle and two with MP40's at ready..

"Hello...Hello!" One shouted..

"It's past cerfew Ja.." one of them said..

"Ja"

They stopped in the middle, one walked in a big circle looking on both sides of the road where they had seen the person walking..

"There is no one here..."

The soldiers walked back towards the roadblock....

Sigmund saw the germans head back to the roadblock and waited for them to be off gaurd. He kept his MP-40 at the ready and headed further towards the road block...

OOC: Instead of risking a fire fight that could result in disaster, or ending up in front of Captian Roth you could simply bypass these Krauts..

The soldiers walked back behind the vehicles and took up more relaxed positions,

"Keep your eyes open, i swear i seen a figure in the distance..." Said the officer..

He stood inbetween the vehicles watching the road and both sides of ditch carefully, a loud engine echoed through the air, a German scout motorcycle with a side car was seen going full tilt towards them, it then turned down a side road now driving slowly untill it was out of sight.

A short distance up the road the motorcycle stopped and the two soldiers disembarked for a smoke, they stood there chatting to one another...

OOC: Instead of risking a fire fight that could result in disaster, or ending up in front of Captian Roth you could simply bypass these Krauts..

OOC: I was planning too, I just didn't think you would allow it or something.

IC: Sigmund managed to pass the roadblock after waiting for the nazis to let down their gaurd. Afterwards, Sigmund left the idea of entering Metz out of his mind and decided to head further along the path and ended up walking down the path to Strasbourg...

RECON

The recon scout headed back towards base but now the flak was starting up again, Maybe i shouldn't have took this route a loud bang and a shudder came from the rudder, the plane started to spiral down.
"Mayday Mayday this is Recon Unit 124 I've been hit in the rudder, Im bailing over the woods near Reims to the uh... northeast. Out"
Bailing the pilot counted by one thousands before pulling the cord. but he realized that it was dangerous to parachute over forests getting caught in the trees can be a son of a gun. seeing nothing but forest not even a single clearing he just hoped for the best.

EVERSMANN

"alright..... ok im gonna finish this post tommorow

Katrina looked down with some surprise as Vladimir slaughtered the Germans. She knew he was in a bad mood, but this demonstrated of how bad a mood he was in. The vampiress dropped down from the roof next to him, wanting to calm him down. She smiled seductivly.

"Lets gather up that boy and his family and go back to the castle and once we get them locked up...we can spend the rest of the night....relieving our pent up tension."

Vladimir licked his fangs quickly as he looked at Katrina. "You do not wish to kill any more?" he asked slightly angrier than he intended.

He looked away at the car parked nearby and frowned. Dracula, you seem to follow us wherever we go... he thought angrily, his tongue once again flicking between his still elongated fangs. Ruining a perfectly good night.

Katrina gently stroked his arm, talking in a sweet, calm voice. Despite the harshness of Vladimir's tone. "Of course not. Didn't know if you wanted to unleash more energy in the bed...but, lets save that for later."

The vampiress looked down as the German soldier who lay gurgling at her feet, the blood still pumping from the hole from the rapier blade. She looked down at the man before kneeling next to him. She took his bayonet and instead of slittling his throat, she pressed the tip against his skull and slowly drove it in. The man spasmed as the steel cut through his brain before he went limp.

Katrina stood and smiled at Vladimir, flashing her own fangs. "Come on...lets go find some others to kill. Lets leave the soldiers be for right now and go after another household...this time....we don't slip in, just charge right in....and we don't let any live. We can spend a few hours cleaning out a few streets, it will be a shock when they wake to find several streets worth of dead people."

OOC: I was planning too, I just didn't think you would allow it or something.

IC: Sigmund managed to pass the roadblock after waiting for the nazis to let down their gaurd. Afterwards, Sigmund left the idea of entering Metz out of his mind and decided to head further along the path and ended up walking down the path to Strasbourg...

The SS men stading beside the motorcycle seen a man approaching,

"Hey! you.."

One shouted out while still smoking his cigerette, they were told to be on the alert at all times. These men were part of the search party tasked with delivering dispatches from headquarters to the area commander,

"He's talking to you!" the other one shouted and started to walk towards Sigmund, he left his MP40 in the sidecar and was removing his Lugar from his holster..

After leaving the inn and the conversing Erik and Emilie, Raphael began looking for the Tuileries Gardens. He did have a fairly good memory of Paris, but the time between his last visit and the Nazi shelling had changed it. As he walked, looking for a marker he could identify, he noticed what seemed to be a Nazi patrol which might lead to problems if they accosted him as he didn't have papers.

The group of soldiers marched down the street led by a Lt who kept them in step,

"Left, right, left. right, left, right LEFT!"

Then he noticed a man approaching,

"Squad! HALT!"

The Germans all halted at once and the officer approached the man with his nose in the air and one hand behind his back, a typical German officer stance..

"Good evening sir, could i see your papers please?"

"Greetings Herr Untersturmführer. I regret to say that I do not have my papers on me." Raphael replied in his native accented Bravarian German after reading the man's insignia.

"Greetings Herr Untersturmführer. I regret to say that I do not have my papers on me." Raphael replied in his native accented Bravarian German after reading the man's insignia.

The Lt smiled and looked him up and down,

"Ahh, i see...you are from Bavaria if i am not mistaken?"

He paused..

"If so, i am aswell...Saltzburg.."

He squinted his eyes at the man studying his face, the squad waited patiently about ten paces away....

"You are correct." He replied as the Untersturmführer looked at him. "I am afraid I have never heard of Saltzburg, but if you are from Salzburg then you are an Austrian. While I have been to Salzburg but once, I did find the Cathedral dedicated to Saint Rupert quite beautiful."

"You are correct." He replied as the Untersturmführer looked at him. "I am afraid I have never heard of Saltzburg, but if you are from Salzburg then you are an Austrian. While I have been to Salzburg but once, I did find the Cathedral dedicated to Saint Rupert quite beautiful."

OOC: He was trying to catch him up..you would be suprized who would fall victim to a question such as that..

The Lt grinned,

"Yes i am from Austria, it is quite beautiful isn't it..."

The older German nodded then leaned towards the man and hesitated before speaking,

He cleared his throat..

"Alright, consider this a warning...you know, people are being arrested for not carrying their papers..you never know who is out and about these days"

He leaned back to his previous stance still studying the man for a breif moment,

"Alright, be sure to be in before cerfew...it wouldn't look good, you with no.."

He leaned in once more and spoke in a lower voice,

"With no papers on you and all..but! you are good to go, and next time i see you i expect to see papers aswell"

"Good evening"

"Thank you Herr Untersturmführer. Austria is a beautiful land." Raphael replied, inwardly relieved that he'd actually been to Salzburg. "I shall remember for next time and I shall be in before curfew."

With that said he continued on his way, heading to the Tuileries Gardens now that he'd reoriented himself. He hoped those he'd met would still be there, but didn't expect it.

Vladimir closed his eyes as Katrina stroked his arm. His face softened and he shivered at her touch. His fangs slowly retracted and he gently took her soft hand and rubbed his cheek on it, like a docile kitten. Katrina always had the effect of calming him down, even some of the worst temper problem's he's had. His eyes looked sadly into Katrina's and he gently licked Katrina's fangs, sliding them behind his lower lip until he eventually was able to bring his lips to hers with only the slightest of skin punctures. "I'm sorry, my love..." he whispered, gently rubbing his cheek against hers. "It's just...all this going on...stress...being forced to remain in a foreign castle. It's all so...unnerving."

"My Katrina, my one and only, my true love...I want you to have as much fun as possible tonight, so if you so wish it, then let it be. This is my gift to you," he whispered.

"Now what of the car and our prisoners?"

Katrina smiled as she kissed Vladimir. She opened her mouth to speak when she heard the sound of a car engine and looking past him she watched as a German officer along with two civilians, probably the mayor and an aide, climbed into the back of the BMW she had wanted to steal. A young private was at the wheel. They were probably heading to meeting or something.

She smiled. "Our car is getting away. I got a better idea than slaughter a whole row of homes. One we haven't tried before. Take the car on the move. A little bit dangerous, a little bit exciting, we can fly over the roofs, cut them off, dive right in and just go at them. Course block the driver's mind so he doesn't send us crashing into a building....the kill him after we have finished the folks in the back. Our prisoners...lets get them after our little escapde if nothing else pops up. How does that sound?"

"Thank you Herr Untersturmführer. Austria is a beautiful land." Raphael replied, inwardly relieved that he'd actually been to Salzburg. "I shall remember for next time and I shall be in before curfew."

With that said he continued on his way, heading to the Tuileries Gardens now that he'd reoriented himself. He hoped those he'd met would still be there, but didn't expect it.

The German nodded his head then heeled around marching back to his men,

"Squad! MARCH!"

The Nazi's marched in one spot for a second then moved away led by the officer,

"left, right, left, right...." he yelled while getting in step with them...

The SS men stading beside the motorcycle seen a man approaching,

"Hey! you.."

One shouted out while still smoking his cigerette, they were told to be on the alert at all times. These men were part of the search party tasked with delivering dispatches from headquarters to the area commander,

"He's talking to you!" the other one shouted and started to walk towards Sigmund, he left his MP40 in the sidecar and was removing his Lugar from his holster..

Sigmund heard the German gaurd and sayed where he was. He still had his MP 40 ready and it seemed the gruards weren't so well armed. He made sure that it wasn't seen and got ready for the worst with them. He asked, "What is it?"...

Sigmund heard the German gaurd and sayed where he was. He still had his MP 40 ready and it seemed the gruards weren't so well armed. He made sure that it wasn't seen and got ready for the worst with them. He asked, "What is it?"...

The German who spoke first walked towards him,

"It's past curfew ja?"

The second one said to the first,

"Cheak his papers Peater.."

That soldier continued to stand there smoking his cigerette...

"Lemme see your papers!" The German demanded..

Angus went to one of the smaller parishes in Paris, and entered the confessional, after offering a prayer with a respectful, though slightly unorthodox, manner of kneeling.

"Bless me father, for I have sinned. It has been four months since my last confession."

"Have you killed any undeserving of the flame?" The question identified the priest as a member of the order. Angus finished his confession, then stepped out to meet the priest, before walking with him to the sacristy.

"I need word put out, Father..."

The German who spoke first walked towards him,

"It's past curfew ja?"

The second one said to the first,

"Cheak his papers Peater.."

That soldier continued to stand there smoking his cigerette...

"Lemme see your papers!" The German demanded..

Sigmund heard the order and prepared for true combat. He got out his MP40 and open fired on both nazis...

Sigmund heard the order and prepared for true combat. He got out his MP40 and open fired on both nazis...

The first German fell to the ground and the other dropped to his stomach behind the motorcycle reaching into his holster he pulled out a Walther P38,

"Peater!" The German taking cover yelled..

When he got no reply he reached over the bikes seat and fired three shots at the man, the muzzle flash lit up the area for a split second...

I got to get out of here.. The soldier thought..

He fired two more shots in the general direction of the attacker..

Raphael entered the gardens and began looking for what he remembered. A short while later, he found the proper location and looked around. After making sure that thier was no one present, with both conventional and non-conventional senses, he shifted a narrow passageway open.

While a normal person could fit through it with only a bare minimum of squeezing, he had a bit of a problem, almost sticking a few times and having to crouch down on occasion to fit. The passage was the biggest one to the destination, and all but a few others wouldn't fit a child.

Finding the central chamber, he was disappointed to only find a few pages written in a flowing, but spidery script. Taking them, he realized that while not as bad as he first thought, getting information would be impossible. With a faint sigh, he exited closing the passageway behind him and headed back to the inn, avoiding the one Nazi patrol he passed.

A black 1938 Mercedes drove past a single man walking quickly down the street, they stopped in front of an Inn where two officers and the driver got out and went inside....

The first German fell to the ground and the other dropped to his stomach behind the motorcycle reaching into his holster he pulled out a Walther P38,

"Peater!" The German taking cover yelled..

When he got no reply he reached over the bikes seat and fired three shots at the man, the muzzle flash lit up the area for a split second...

I got to get out of here.. The soldier thought..

He fired two more shots in the general direction of the attacker..

Sigmund rolled out of the way of the shots, just barely missing his overcoat. Sigmund fired on the falling German again. When he was sure the soldier was dead, Sigmund took the motorcycle and drove away from where the battle took place...

Raphael noticed the black vehicle with a bit of surprise. Whilst most likely a reich officer, it was obviously neither a raid nor a double-agent. He disliked coincedence and the situation smacked of it. Caution would be in order he decided as he entered the establishment.

Raphael noticed the black vehicle with a bit of surprise. Whilst most likely a reich officer, it was obviously neither a raid nor a double-agent. He disliked coincedence and the situation smacked of it. Caution would be in order he decided as he entered the establishment.

The two German officers sat at a table and the driver sat by himself at a table beside them, the officers laughed loudly and looked up when a man entered but then continued on their conversation. Afew minutes later one more officer, a soldier and two men in long coats(Gestapo) came in removing their caps the walked over to the table,

"Captian Roth," One of them said nodding taking a seat..

The soldier sat beside the driver and asked for a smoke while pulling out a lighter...



Responding to Braziliam's post..

The German was hit and rolled over on his back clutching his stomach, he was fading away....his eyes closed and the attacker took off on the motorcycle towards town.

Raphael took a seat and ordered a simple drink as he looked over at the German officers briefly before looking over the papers he'd picked up in the Garden.

It was starting to look like a Nazi convention at the small inn, in reality Roth was breifing the area's commanders on his mission to hunt down and destroy the known resistance movements,

"We tracked one to Reims but he slipped away, we raided all known resistance hideouts in the area..still nothing.."

A member of the gestapo spoke,

"You have our full co-operation and we are using ever resource we have, somthing will turn up Captian..all in good time, by the way..how is Major Weiss comming along after the attack at his Cheateau?"

"Ahh, he is comming along well...duty took him back into Germany, i am in charge untill he returns"

"Very good.."

As the Germans spoke Roth's attention drifted to a familiar face but he couldn't figure out where he had seen the man before and it was starting to bother him..

Where have i seen that man.. He thought..

Then when the others spoke to him he forgot all about it, just then a group of German soldiers walked in and sat down ordering beer going on about their leave passes....

"I wonder if they suspect the truth about this place and are trying to get someone to crack. Possibly not as it seems slightly too subtle, but depending on how strong willed the members here are, or if one that is slightly on edge already comes in, it could get messy." Raphael thought as he noticed the addition of soldiers to the mix before going back to reading the text that could fall into the catagory of secret code to a suspicious person. Afterall, text that is unreadable is technically 'secret'.

The German Lt who had seen Raphael in the street came in with the soldiers, he walked up and sat across from him,

"Ahh, good evening Mr?" he said while pulling out a tin of cigerettes...

A waiter approached,

"Anything tonight?"

"Ahh, a beer for me and this man please.."

The German was about 40 with grey hair under his Waffen SS cap which he removed and tossed on the table, his face was wrinkled and his light blue eyes stood out...

"Good evening Herr Untersturmführer." Raphael replied as he tidied up his papers. "I ordered a glass of water prior to your arrival. If I may enquire, what brings you to this inn?"

"Good evening Herr Untersturmführer." Raphael replied as he tidied up his papers. "I ordered a glass of water prior to your arrival. If I may enquire, what brings you to this inn?"

He smiled and nodded,

"Then i shall drink it as i am off duty, my old feet get tired...this is my second war..."

He leaned back in the chair and looked to see if his beer was comming, then it arrived, he picked it up and took a sip..

"Ahhh, ahahahaha" he laughed then looked over at the SS and Gestapo..

"It's...busy in here tonight, i have always passed by this place but never thought to come in...now i will probably stay away..to many senior officers and..Gestapo in here.."

he leaned in and wispered,

"I really don't like those guys..aha"

"You ask what brings me here? just resting my legs and enjoying a drink my friend..what you got there?"

He asked pointing at the papers while lighting up a smoke, Roth glanced over again and seen a German officer had seated himself at the table and was talking to the man as if they were friends, the SS Captian shrugged it off..

He must be fine.. He thought looking back to the Gestapo who were deep in conversation..

"Ah, I have felt like I've been on my feet too long as well at times." He replied as the drinks arrived. The soldier seemed nice enought, thought he had most likely joined the Reich military out of a wish for revenge due to the allies treatment of Germany than perhaps out of loyalty to the party itself.

"That it is, it was markedly less crowded when I left for my walk." He looked over at the various Reich officers and police. "They do what they need to, though I would prefere there be no need for them." It was a slightly risky comment due to its potential to be interpreted in a positive or negative fashion.

Taking a drink of water, "These are some papers left to me by some old friends. They've written it a bit smaller and in an older script which is why I had them spread out to read to get more use out of the light."

"Alright, Listen up we are going to make a temprary base a bit closer to Reims, but not too close about half a mile closer, It will serve as a supply route/Rendezous point for ground units, we have to find a clear area for this supply route."

Eversmann moved out with some engineers, after 1 hour of scouting they found an area big enough for this route. Sending reinforcements they had supplys in the next 2hours. quickly making the walls with wood they finished untill nighttime. Next Morning they will have to work just as hard.

"Ah, I have felt like I've been on my feet too long as well at times." He replied as the drinks arrived. The soldier seemed nice enought, thought he had most likely joined the Reich military out of a wish for revenge due to the allies treatment of Germany than perhaps out of loyalty to the party itself.

"That it is, it was markedly less crowded when I left for my walk." He looked over at the various Reich officers and police. "They do what they need to, though I would prefere there be no need for them." It was a slightly risky comment due to its potential to be interpreted in a positive or negative fashion.

Taking a drink of water, "These are some papers left to me by some old friends. They've written it a bit smaller and in an older script which is why I had them spread out to read to get more use out of the light."

The Untersturmführer nodded,

"I joined this war because my country is at war for the second time, they need us you know...i will not accept defeat again, i cannot bear the thought of it"

When the comment was made about the German officers and Gestapo the man glanced over,

"Those young men there are nothing like we were back in the first war, they are brutal and cruel..."

The Lt stared off in space while taking a drink from his mug...

"Everyones so scared of them, they arn't soldiers...butchers more like it, soldiers have medals, honor.."

He pulled back his greatcoat to reveal, The Iron Cross, Silver infantry assualt badge, gold wound badge and an SS award.

Wakign up, Eversmann dispatched a unit to guard the area for the supply route, helping with the walls and setting up defenses. working hard they finished the walls and put some barb wire on it, then setting up defenses they dug up trenches where two shermans will go in, and next to each of them one trench with a 50 cal. This took well over 2 hours.This supply route is vital. Thought Eversmann. Setting up a guard tower was harder to do. It took well over an hour to measure,cut, and plan on where it was going. They decided a little to the middle of the base, watching the engineers set up Bob requested the shermans now uncluding two trucks with ammo, guns and supplies. Trucks arrived in 20 minutes, Setting up the 50 cal. wih sandbags frontal defenses were good. the Shermans took positions driving into the trenches and putting logs and sand bags around the front of the trenches for extra defense. The Gaurd house was finished, tents were set up, out house set up, mess hall set up, and now the trucks with drums of oil, ammo, spare parts, acessories, food and radio. The drums were put neatly in a pile, ammo and spare parts were put undercover and camouflage. the trucks were then parked in a neat line, the men for the supply base/route came and made it home, including two snipers to share the guardtower. Lights mounted on poles and the tents came on, the wires leading back the HQ. Everything was set up. Including one air defense One M-3 Half Track. One Mortar, three bazookas. This was a medium supply base. It looked like it will stay for some while.

"I would have prefered that the war had not begun, but with its inception, I have hoped for a speedy end to the bloodshed." Raphael agreed, to an extent at least.

"They do what they think best for Germany. Future generations shall judge if they acted with brutality or conducted themselves with honour." He mentioned before widening his eyes slightly at the soldier's regalia.

"I would have prefered that the war had not begun, but with its inception, I have hoped for a speedy end to the bloodshed." Raphael agreed, to an extent at least.

"They do what they think best for Germany. Future generations shall judge if they acted with brutality or conducted themselves with honour." He mentioned before widening his eyes slightly at the soldier's regalia.

The man leaned back in his chair holding the pint of beer,

"War, no one wants a war...but we can win this!"

He leaned foward quickly staring into Raphael's eyes,

"We can and we will!" He said in a stern voice..

After taking a drink he glanced back over at the Reich officals,

"They do their best, you are right...but i know aswell as you do, they will be judged..."

"By the way, what is your name?"

He noticed the man's eyes widen at his awards, this German was very proud...

"Yes, the war can be won, but will it be worth the lives spent?" He asked, philosophy overtaking caution.

"My name, it is Raphael." Raphael replied, knowing it wasn't a common germanic name.

"Yes, the war can be won, but will it be worth the lives spent?" He asked, philosophy overtaking caution.

"My name, it is Raphael." Raphael replied, knowing it wasn't a common germanic name.

"Everything has a cost..nothing comes free"

The German reached over extending his hand,

"I am Gunther, Gunther Schultz"

Captian Roth grew suspisious once more, he watched the German officer and the man chat out of the corner of his eye...

I have seen that man before...WHERE? He thought..

Raphael shook Gunther's hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you. If you do not mind me asking, what do you plan to do after the war is ended?"

Raphael shook Gunther's hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you. If you do not mind me asking, what do you plan to do after the war is ended?"


The man smiled and reached inside his greatcoat, he took out a leather wallett and started to go through it..

"I will return home, help my wife with her garden..and spoil my grand childern"

He took two pictures out of the wallett and slid them over the Raphael,

"Last time i went home, it was to my own childern....haha"

"Brigeta, the girl, she is 8...this handsome lad is Manfred, he is 11"

The SS man smiled looking warmly at the photo's on the table,

"They are my most important reason to fight..."

He looked up at the man across the table from him, Gunther's eyes seemed to light up upon seeing the pictures...

OOC: Im waiting for orders from drac so im just kinda Rping.. :)

"Family is an important reason for most actions." Raphael replied with a smile as he looked at the pair of photos depicting Gunther's grandchildren.

"Family is an important reason for most actions." Raphael replied with a smile as he looked at the pair of photos depicting Gunther's grandchildren.

He placed the pictures back in his wallett nodding in agreement with what Raphael had said regarding family,

"It is the main reason for all my actions.."

Just then Captian Roth had enough of trying to figure out who Raphael was, he quickly stood up and walked over to the table, Gunther got to his feet and saulted,

"Heil Hitler"

Roth returned the salute with a weak wave to the side,

"Be seated, go on..relax, relax..rest your old bones.." He smiled..

Gunther took his seat, Roth put his hand on the table and moved in close to Raphael,

"I know you from some where...? don't i?"

He wisped looking in the man's face...

As he wasn't part of the military structure, the salute and greeting were not appropriate and he simple looked up at Roth.

"I'm not sure Herr Hauptsturmführer. It is quite possible you've seen me before. I do get around a fair deal." He replied

She smiled. "Our car is getting away. I got a better idea than slaughter a whole row of homes. One we haven't tried before. Take the car on the move. A little bit dangerous, a little bit exciting, we can fly over the roofs, cut them off, dive right in and just go at them. Course block the driver's mind so he doesn't send us crashing into a building....the kill him after we have finished the folks in the back. Our prisoners...lets get them after our little escapde if nothing else pops up. How does that sound?"

Vladimir turned around and his lips curled up only slightly, giving a very wicked expression in the dim moonlight. "Alright," he said softly, letting his hands slowly stroke her soft, brown hair and her smooth, pale cheeks.

He retracted his hands before he turned into a bat, squeaking and chirping as he floated up in the air, waiting for his wife as he tracked the cars movements and began to plot possible areas of interception.

Katrina smiled and after she transformed she flew up next to Vladimir and quickly took off after the car. She watched as it weaved in and out of the streets and it wasn't till the vampires got closer did she hit the driver with a few mental blasts, making him drive in circles and ignore everything else that was going on in the world.

When the car began to head down a road straight for them, Katrina new this was the time to attack.

The vampiress dove straight down into the car at one of the German officers. Without even bothering to turn, her tiny fangs began to rip and shred into the officer, while her talons locked into his face, spraying the large bat with blood. The other Germans were screaming trying to comprehend as the bat continued to slice through veins and artieres.

Katrina lapped up the warm blood that washed over her during bites, she wondered if Vladimir was going to be more civilized.

So like is this story dead?

yup.

I see.....well. we gotta end this story so.... All the vampires attacked the nazi's and the allies attacked the vampires and the nazi's meaning a lotta allied soldiers died and forced a lot of vampires to hide out until there numbers grow and hitler died and nazi troops surrendered and everyone lived in a corrupt world thats not so happy. The End.